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Shopping Adventure
By lonbaby

Obviously I was riding on some type of
stretcher. . .probably like those used in ambulances. It was difficult
to be sure as the sense of feel was about the only sense still
functioning. Unfortunately I knew exactly how I got there and it was
my own stupid fault. . .or was it wishful thinking guiding
subconscious acts.

Earlier today I had decided to go to my favorite
fetish wear store and pick up some new clothes. I didn't go
often. . .lack of time and money. . .so this was a special day and I
decided to play it up a bit more than other visits. Drawing courage
from items I'd read on the internet I decided to "chance
it" and actually wear my diapers out in
public. When I was sure my wife was out for the day I put on my most
comfortable diapers. . .I doubled them up for a well-padded
experience. . . and pulled on a pair of slightly see through blue
plastic panties. Finding a shirt and slacks big enough to hide my
`underwear' was fairly easy, particularly since I planned to also
wear a light jacket. Then into the car for the forty-minute drive to
this delightful store.

The sales girls in the shop were different from
my last visit. . . not surprising considering the time between
visits. . .but just as friendly and unsolicitious as the others. I
browsed around to see what was where and then found myself
fascinated by the big baby dresses hanging in one corner. I had
never thought of myself as a "sissy" baby before but I
could not ignore the attraction. Then I wandered over to the bondage
section. . .I always wanted to be restrained and maked to wear and
use my diapers but who would do such a thing to (for) me and how
would I ever tell them I wanted it? The handcuffs always caught my
eye. This was because they were an easy way to lock yourself up and
I like the finality of their solid hold on my wrists and ankles. The
straight jacket hanging on the wall was to remain a fantasy as there
was no way I could put myself in one. . .or get out for that matter.

Periodically one of the sales girls would ask if
I was "ok" or if I needed any assistance. After this one
girl asked me a second
time I decided it was time to purchase the diapers and plastic
panties I'd come for. Besides the bulk between my legs was making me
feel very self conscious and I was sure I'd be `found out'. Silly
when you think of what I was there to buy. Anyway I asked the
salesgirl (please don't think I'm being politically insensitive
referring to the salespeople as girls but they each looked so young
and the one I was talking to couldn't have been more than 5feet and
1 or 2 inches) where the plastic panties were and if they still
carried the clothe diapers. She led me to a series of drawers and
said her name was Samantha and I should ask for her if I needed more
help.

I chose 6 large clothe diapers that would fold
and be very absorbent, and bulky when I used them. Next came two
drawers filled with various colors, sizes and styles of plastic
panties. I started to select several and then began to have doubts
about their fit since the sizes were numbered instead of the
`extra-large' markings on the ones I had at home, and were presently
wearing. Seeing my indecision Samantha again offered to help and I
confessed I wasn't sure of the size. She asked the size of the
person they were for. Simple enough question but I fear I blushed a
bit. After starting several answers I admitted they were for me. She
smiled so very understandingly, glanced at my padded hips and said
"I thought they might be. You can always try them on."
That seemed logical enough and I headed for the changing area with 5
different pairs. As I was about to enter the changing room I noticed
an all plastic onsie, something else I'd never considered but
quickly asked if I could try that on too. She reached two down and
handed them to me as I slipped through the curtain.

Several of the panties fit well, even over my
double diapers, and I quickly made my decisions. A quick glance at
my watch told me I was not there as long as I thought so I took a
deep breath and stepped into the onsie and reached behind me to pull
up the zipper. I could only get it about a third of the way up and
was about to abandon the experience when I heard Samantha's voice
ask how things were going. My quick answer was," fine. . ."
and before I realized what I was saying, ". . .but I can't reach
the zipper." Somewhat to my surprise and embarrassment (and
deep down delight) Samantha glided through the curtain and said
"turn around". This was the first time anyone had ever
seen me in my diapers and oh, wow was my head hot and swimming. She
zipped me in and inquired "how's that?" All I could
stammer was "thanks" and she was gone. I spent a little
time looking at myself in the mirror and deciding to add the onsie
to my purchases and then realized that I needed to ask Samantha to
undo the zipper for me. But where was she. I looked out through the
curtain and the other girl was talking on the phone but no Samantha.
The other girl caught my eye, smiled and pointed to a door. After an
awkward moment I caught on that she expected me to walk out in only
my diapers and plastic onsie and go get Samantha. Ah, why not. I
took a quick breath and crossed the room to the indicated door,
looked in and almost pleaded with Samantha to come help me.

On our way across the room I again took a quick
look at the adult baby dresses. I didn't think she noticed but
Samantha quietly said, "pretty aren't they. Want to try one
on?" Just how hot can one's neck get but I nodded yes and
muttered "sure". She took several off the rack and with
that innocent smile said we should try a couple different styles.
Suddenly here I was in the changing room with this petit pretty girl
pulling a baby dress down over my diapers. Was this ecstasy or total
embarrassment? As she lifted the last dress off me, leaving me in
only my diapers and plastic panties, I offered excuses for not
buying a dress. Truth is I wasn't sure where I would hide them, but
I would really have liked at least one. She didn't seem disappointed
or discouraged and simply asked if she could get me anything else.
She was so disarming I found myself asking about the straight jacket
without so much as a quiver in my voice. "We'll have to see if
we have one in your size," she answered and off she went.

I decided to put my clothes on but couldn't find
them and decided they must have put them somewhere to keep them
safe. In a moment Samantha returned with a large white canvas jacket
just like from the hospitals in movies. She laid it on a stool and
while she was reaching onto a shelf I asked her about my clothes.
"Oh there fine but the jacket will fit better if you leave them
off." This seemed reasonable so I smiled and shrugged. Samantha
handed me a paper and explained that it was a release that said I
was letting her put the straight jacket on me and it was a
precaution in our litigation happy society. I hesitated but knew I
was going to sign and try this out. . .it was just too exciting. There
I was standing in front of this charming girl in nothing but diapers
and baby panties and she was about to place me in a straight jacket.
Who could really resist. Not I. I signed without a thought. She took
the paper, smiled that sweet smile, and held the jacket open for me
to place my arms into the sleeves.

It was more of a production than I expected but
oh was it heaven having her pull this strap tight and cinch up that
buckle and it was impossible not to have my manhood respond when she
reached through and tightened the crotch straps. I have never felt
so helpless, or exposed, standing there in front of Samantha
absolutely immobilized in nothing but the straight jacket and my
baby clothes. She looked somewhat pleased with herself and
whispered, "now you're mine". And in truth I was. Not just
because I needed her to get me released but because she had
captivated me emotionally and I would have done almost anything she
asked.

But she didn't ask; she told me, "to really
feel helpless we need to put a blindfold on you." And right on
cue the other girl walked in with a blindfold. She held it up, I
glanced at Samantha and her seductive smile, and nodded,
"ok". Within seconds my world was total blackness and I
really did feel extremely helpless. . .and a little scared. I opened
my mouth to ask them to take the blindfold off but before a word was
uttered a large hard ball was shoved in my mouth and I could feel it
being strapped around my head. Now there was a little moment of
panic. But hey why not experience the whole thing. . .right? Wrong.
Next thing I felt were my ears being plugged up. No movement, no
sound, no sight and I couldn't even speak to say I really was scared
enough now to pee my pants. . .uh, I mean my diapers.

These "sweet" girls were not finished.
I felt the wide metal bands lock onto my ankles and when I tried to
kick them away realized that my ankles were now fastened very close
together with a rigid leg iron device. Before this panic could
subside the hood was slid down over my head and was tied quite
securely, actually it was very tight. I was now about as sealed off
from the world as one could get without being returned to the womb.
So much so that I didn't even notice when they first started to
lower me onto what I now suspect is some type of mobile
stretcher. . .and it will carry me to where. . .and did I really wet my
diapers in front of these `girls'. . .what now?

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